There was, and is, a 5 for $1 sale on good quality cardstock and paper at Joann and Michael’s craft stores. I went. I bought. I got kinda high. Not super high, but high enough. I didn’t start out that way. I didn’t think it was a bad thing just to go in. I had been in the stores before without buying anything. But I missed the signals that this was a bad idea. I had to give back what was left of the money I had, and taken out of our bank account, and give it to Mr. Malakoa.
A tad humiliating. I can’t believe I traded my stability for a batch of paper.
I got a message from a friend I hadn’t spoken to in years. His favorite aunt died, in her sleep. The death was a surprise. He is distressed and unhappy. I called him and we talked like nothing had happened. He seemed starved for conversation and understanding. I don’t know if I gave him that or not, but he didn’t want to get off the phone. He old me long stories and other things. I had to go pick up my mom so I tried to hang up with him, but he couldn’t stop talking.
I offered my services in any way I could. This means a funeral three hours away. That should be easy. Strangely, all of this has been easy.
One more thing: I’m down five pounds. Our scale is off kilter, so it may be I lost more than that. It feels good. I feel healthy, and the only thing I want to do is eat too much fruit and eat chocolate. It’s worth it, though. I do feel a lot more stable emotionally. If you have a mental illness and you haven’t tried already, get on a strict diet. It straightens out your brain, your skin and your colon. Go diet!